Her cheeks were flushed as she stood, glancing over her shoulder at me. I knelt behind her, slowly pushing down her bottoms as I went. She wore no underwear and all her beauty was revealed to me.
“Bend over,” I said.
She leaned on to the bed as I ran my hands up her calves, the backs of her thighs. I took my time rubbing each tense muscle, exploring each piece of art up close. I wanted her as worked up as I was. I wanted her close to bursting. I dug my thumbs deep into the muscles of her glorious bottom. She moaned.
She was so beautiful.
“Sanders,” she gasped out my name as I licked up her once, just a tease. She was so wet for me. My skin felt too small. My balls were so high and tight, my cock rock hard and ready to take her.
I stood up too fast, almost dizzy, and gently walked her back to kneel on the bed, still facing away from me.
I memorized the shape of her back as it curved into her waist and out to her ass, like a smooth, stringed instrument. I greedily took in the canvas of her body, memorizing the art. I stepped until there was no space between us, and gently pushed her hair over one shoulder. I kissed her shoulder and neck as my cock pressed between the cheeks of her ass. My fingers explored under her, tracing across her chest, watching the bumps form in my wake. I cupped her breasts, gently pinching her nipples, causing her to gasp. My hands ran down her stomach.
“Remember the night that I met you?” I asked, bringing her to my chest so I could whisper it in her ear.
“Hmm, no. Should I?” she said.
I gently slapped her bottom before rubbing it. She turned to look at me, fire in her eyes. Our mouths clashed.
When we broke apart, I said, “I wanted you so bad that night.”
“Me too,” she said. Her hands came up to gently scratch at my arms that held her.
“I could have waited longer, you know. I could wait forever for you.”
She kissed me softly. “We’ve wasted enough time. Let’s just be here, now.”
I lifted a hand to her forehead. “Are you okay?”
She grabbed my palm and kissed it softly. “I’m following the advice of some crazy guy.” She shrugged.
A sneaky grin spread on her lips. Her arm reached back between us and found me.
I hissed a breath and thrust into her gentle grip. She started slow, a thumb brushed over my tip, and then she stroked down the length. The action pushed her breasts forward as she arching away from me. I was wrong earlier,thiswas perfection.
She stroked faster despite the angle. I was too close to coming. If she touched me anymore, I was going to end the night way too soon.
I grabbed her wrists and gripped them both in my left hand, holding them behind her back. She squirmed and groaned. Her back arched even more. I ran my free hand up her whole body, starting at her knees and ending with a thumb dragging across her lips, dipping it into her mouth. She sucked it in deeper. I groaned and my hips thrust forward.
“What am I going to do with you?” I asked, taking out my thumb and gently turning her head to me.
“Everything,” she said.
I continued my exploration of her as I stood behind her. With every stroke and kiss, she melted against me and I held her up. Sweat collected everywhere our bodies met. I positioned myself so I was pumping between her closed legs, a temporary substitute for the real thing. I dipped my fingers into her, felt her want for me. Let her feel mine for her. I teased her until she was flushed and panting, begging me.
I watched her closely as she came apart again for me. She was heart-achingly beautiful.
“Lie down,” I whispered in her ear as I gentled my touch, pulling my fingers out of her pulsating body.
She moaned an acknowledgement and rolled onto her back, spread out in the most beautiful offering I’d ever seen. I was afraid of coming as I rolled on the condom. Especially as she watched me with fire in her eyes.
This time she beckoned me with a finger. I moved to cover her and slicked myself with her moisture as we kissed deeply.
When I finally slid into her, it was so easy, we both gasped. Her muscles gripped me and I had to stop moving to breathe in through my nose. Her nails scratched lazily up my back. She kissed my neck and shoulder as I counted my breaths.
This was what everything led to. This was what life was about. This was a miracle.
“I just decided,” I said. “I don’t think we can be just friends.”
